a swan
January 11, 2011
a swan, photo taking November 2010 on Lindisfarne/Holy Island by Fragmentz
glee
January 10, 2011
i managed to avoid the entire first series.
i managed to avoid it, despite several friends becoming ‘gleeks’.
ive managed to moan about a programme
i have never watched before, yet somehow, after watching the first episode of season 2 …
I have become a glee fan, eeek, HELP!!
Dear Mr Tong …
January 9, 2011
Dear Mr Tong …
I award you the Institute of Fragmentz 1st class Degree(Hons) in being a Moron.
Well done. You have achieved highly.
You have also no doubt impressed upon some young or vulnerable people that having an illness which is life ruining/threatening at its worst is ‘glamourous’ because to be ‘thin’ is to be good. You could not be more wrong.
You have probably achieved what you set out. Notoriety. People have publicised you without meaning to, people have talked about you, you have trended on twitter (wahoo, bet you are so hugely proud of that) and have caused hurt and upset by the thousands. You have stamped on the lives of people who are unwell with eating disorders, and their families who also endure and suffer.
Some people think you can not be for real, that this is all a ‘stunt’. Some people think you are for real. And are listening. Thats the saddest bit to this. Because either way, what you are doing, and your achievements are of the worst kind. You are unwell yourself.
I hope you one day come the realisation of the harm you may be and are causing and what a complete lunatic you yourself have become. Go get some help.
And please dont be too proud of your Degree, from Fragmentz … as no one else is.
Without Kind Regards,
Fragz.
a short poem by fragz
January 8, 2011
The below is a poem I have had on the go for many months now. I keep coming back to it, time and time again, to ‘complete’ and yet, every time I do, or every time inspiration has hit, and I think ooh that be part of that poem, by the time I’ve got to write down the thoughts, they’ve gone. So I have concluded that maybe the poem is meant to be unfinished, and there for complete as it is.
The blink of her eyes, the teardrops fall,
as the tired body crumples up against the wall,
no one and nothing to stand her upright
on to the floor she goes, losing her fight
The feeling is extreme, rushing through her veins,
Never before has she felt such pain,
In the middle of the night, when silence is all around,
Who is there to cry out to?
365 things I am grateful for …
January 7, 2011
So, along side my ambitous ‘post a day 2011′ attempt, I am also going to attempt to do a 365 (which seems to be all the rage) attempt at things I am grateful for.
In time, within the next few days, this is going to become a ‘page’ on my blog, and I am going to try and daily add something that I am grateful for. The only clause I add to this, is again, the same one with the blog posting, that its an attempt. I may do one a day sometimes, I may do three in one day if i’ve backlogged a little. Every now and then I will promote I am doing this, but I wont ‘tweet’ it every day, unless i’ve specifically blogged about it.
I also may ‘blog’ properly about some of the things I put onto the grateful list, and again I may not. Some things will be mega things, and again some things will be little.
We’ll see how it goes. For the first few, until I have got the page set up, I’ll blog … so
Number 1) the roof i have over my head.
protection.
January 6, 2011
this is one of those songs ive mentioned as being very special. because a friend sent into me, to listen to. i had never heard of them, or the song. and it was such a needed piece of music at that time, and is on my list of top 5 songs.
protection by massive attack
Dont Quit.
January 5, 2011
A few years ago, times were tough. Very tough. Tougher than I ever could have imagined. As I have mentioned before recently in a blog, 10 years ago, I never in my wildest dream would have imagined what the next 10 years were going to hold. I had no idea what life was going to make me endure. I sometimes wonder if I had known then, whether I would have quit the race before hand, perhaps its a good job I didn’t know?
Anyway, during one of the bleak days, when I could not bring myself to get out of bed and face the day, my stepdad who I lovingly regard as my Dad now, popped in to bring me some food. He also bought me a little card, to say he was thinking of me, and in that card was a bookmark type thing, a little laminated piece of paper. On it was the poem ‘ Dont Quit’ and a message from my Dad telling me to keep going and to not quit fighting the fight. It made me cry as I read it, and it makes me tearful to re read it now. To think at times I was so close to the edge. So close to throwing my hats in, and giving up. In fact, I tried several times, and perhaps only by the grace of God and some very beautiful friends I’ve managed to get back on the road of recovery and journey.
I was listening to some music tonight, that means a lot to me, songs that friends suggested or sent to me over the time, at random times but that meant the world there and then and still does. It made me think this poem, Dont Quit, author unknown.
And I guess it made me want to share it with you, whoever reads this, in the hope that, maybe someone out there who is contemplating quitting will read it, and hear it, and let it speak into their lives, so that wherever you are and whatever your situation is you can somehow find some inner strength to keep on fighting the fight. If life is tough for you right now, like unimaginably tough, do know, I am thinking of you and sending you love and hugs as I type/post this blog. Love Fragmentz x
Dont Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low, and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you frown a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don’t give up though the pace seems slow, You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you can never tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit, It’s when things seem worst That you must not quit.
Author Unknown
I’m attempting to post most days in 2011
January 4, 2011
Happy new Year from Fragmentz everyone! I hope for all of you, wherever you are right now, and what ever situations you are in/dealing with that 2011 will treat you kindly, that you will be loved and have people to love, and that the year brings some of your dreams/wishes/desires.
I had intended to write a ‘its the new year, lets review the past’ kinda blog, but i have decided that it will be 2011 for quite some time yet, so there is no rush to do that, so in time, i will be looking at the last 10 years, or some of it, and I will be thinking about the future year/years to come, my hopes, and aims. Just going to be taking my time
Anyway, with a little nudge from friends, and a project that word press have launched for 2011, ive decided that I am going to attempt to post most days in 2011. I think the actual word press project is to post every day, however I think that might be slightly ambitous and setting dear Fragz for a mighty fall, and also once a week is too little, so my aim is to post most days!
I feel I have neglected my blog, my readers, my friends who follow me, and my own desire to write and be creative, either with blog writing, poetry or photo taking. So, one of my ambitions for this year is to tap back into what I enjoy doing.
If you already follow me, thanks you, I really value your support and if your new or a recent follower, welcome to the ride! I look forwards to hearing from you guys soon.
Love Fragmentz x
thinking of you.
December 26, 2010
with half an hour left (or less by the time I have pressed sent) before we leave this day, and move into the 26th Decembers 2010, I wanted to write a little blog.
I wanted to say I’ve been thinking of you today. My friends, my family, people I know well, people I don’t know so well, and people I don;t know at all but have connected with through the wonderful world of online social-ness.
I’ve spent most of today working, and so throughout the course of my very busy shift I have also had the chance to think about people I’ve never even met, or know about, such as the sick (very poignant considering my job), the homeless, the hungry.
I want to say Merry Christmas to those of you who have had lovely days, and I really really hope thats most of you. I hope you’ve all had a good chance to be with friends, and family, and people who you love and who love you.
I want to say I’ve been thinking of you too though if your day has not been so merry. In your hurting, your grieving, your pain. You have been in my thoughts and I hope today has been survivable.
lots of love
Fragmentz x
please remember them.
November 11, 2010
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember themLaurence Binyon
Some of you who read this blog regularly may remember a post I wrote a year ago to the day, which was called ‘thank you’. It was about the experience I had with a person I was working with, an elderly gentleman who I had the honour of sitting with and talking about the war, stirred by the fact it was Remembrance Day. I shall not have that opportunity again, because sadly he died during the course of the last year, peacefully. You can find the blog here if you would like to read it : Thank you
When I wrote those words, last year, I had already been and took part in the service in town, at the 11th hour on the 11 day, of the 11 month. To remember.
As I write now, although it is 11th Nov 2010, its the middle of the night, and I have yet to go. But I shall.
Again, I shall go and stand with many hundreds, and be silent for 2 minutes. Another year has gone by, another year of people dying, in the name of their country. Another year of a war still raging, and another year of young men and woman selfless giving up their daily lives and for many their entire lives to protect with a dream of peace.
In our local newspaper, as with many local papers I am sure, there was a letter from a local Legion man, asking and encouraging support. Beside it was a smaller letter from a lady, explaining why she would be wearing a white poppy. Thing is, I do not see Rememberance Day as an appropiate day to be making a political statement.
I also do not see how wearing a red poppy suggests you do not stand for peace. I know what the poppy is, and stands for. If you don’t know the history behind the poppy, google, check it out. Its to do with the fact that poppy flowers grew out on land that was ravaged and devastated by war. It was a field that became a grave for many men. It was a field that something did grow on and survive. The poppy. The poppy represented then and does represent life, colour and hope.
A poppy represents rememberence and in this busy world, and in this day and ages when our lives are so full of other stuff, I do believe in the importance of just stopping. For two minutes of a day. Its not much is it ?
Stop , regardless of whether you agree with war or not, to remember the lives loss, and being lost now.
To remember the families effected. The children growing up without parents. The parents continuing to age without their children. The brothers and sisters who have lost siblings.
To remember those soldiers out in the battle grounds today, and those being rehabilitated after horrific injuries.
I’d also urge you to read my previous blog actually as I think it says well how I feel. Its linked above and talks a bit about why its so important to me. And in fact, as every year goes by, seems to become more and more important. Maybe its because I have a serving family member out on post presently, and a friend about to fly out as a chaplain to the soldiers already out there. Maybe its because I could easily have grown up without a mother, or a father who both served in the military.
I am not asking anyone to condone war. I am not asking people to debate it.
I am just simply and respectfully asking that you spend two minutes to remember them, on the 11th hour, of the 11th day on the 11 month.
